mom: *walks into bedroom to see if i'm still home.* What's up?
Me: *sitting on my bed, stoned as fuck. Points to bubbler* go away.
mom: *closes door and goes downstairs.
That awkward moment...
When you’re sitting in your bedroom stoned out of your mind and your mom walks through the door.
erica: The last time I wore this sweater... I ate toast that came from a toaster with a dead bat in the bottom.
mike: How the fuck does a bat get in a toaster?